By mistake he ordered two coffees.
Sipped one while watching the other get cold.
A realisation was brewing in mind.
Each sip felt like tears flowing through throat.
On finishing the coffee he realised order wasn’t wrong but decision was.
you were on my speed dial,
while i topped your missed call charts,
saw things were falling, still hope was in denial,
while you were busy building a life apart,
i gave up my flight to make you walk again,
and after a few steps, you shunned my hand,
pushing me aside like an unwanted end,
not bothering to look back,
leaving me wounded in pain.
I thought …
ripping the watch off the wrist,
would change the times,
sipping dew beneath the mist,
would quench the thirsts,
keeping hands off the thread,
would skip being culprit of the knots,
letting a tear off the eye,
would prevent the bubble bursts,
begetting words through eyes,
would escape the misquotes,
forgetting the ties,
would push the emotions away,
but it didn’t happen…
years were deprived of a minute,
sips weren’t enough to drown the thirst,
knots transpired to cast a web,
a tear moved out stealing all the pearls,
choked words couldn’t reach the eyes,
memories of the left held emotions to ransom,
the chaos survived
Umr aur waqt se aage badhe,
par khayaal umeedon aur yaadon ke beech wahi the.
Auhde aur zimmedaari se aage badhe,
par faasla ghar aur naukri ke beech wahi tha.
Nakaamiyo aur hatasha se aage badhe,
par “yun hota toh kya hota” is haseen sapne aur haqeqat ke beech palkon ke jhapak wahi thi.
Kuch kadmo ke saath chalne aur kuch haatho ke chhotne se aage badhe,
par nayaab mehfilo aur bhoola denewale vaakyo ke beech log wahi the.
Just when emotions thawed
a butter knife was pierced.
They cut me slowly
softly ripping through all the years
in a matter of seconds.
By the time the (knife’s) point reached
bottom of the heart
all attachments melted away.
They kept searching for the pieces,
while i was all over the place
unwilling to gather myself again.
Did thorns prick
to let the petals nerve,
all the red from my beats,
so i could trade emotions,
without bargaining my heart
Am still holding
onto the shadows of stars
who left my skies.
Each night the dark room is lit up,
to see if they are carefully held in hostage,
so i can see them glitter in dreams …
pieces get smaller,
walls become taller,
so tall …..
that they don’t allow me,
to return and fix.
With each healing mourn,
heart becomes stone,
make me think,
if i could chew the pieces,
glue them with saliva,
saved from all the kisses,
to make a heart,
that it can’t break,
instead bounces back,
after being dropped of the cliff
I have crossed many a woman like her,
only she could pause my journey,
by merely looking at me,
i was possessed by her eyes.
Touch was never a need,
we could stay in each others eyes for whole day
long after we left.